I am poor as a light wind.
My teeth are falling out
like the unseen leaves do
each fall in valleys undiscovered.
I have no home.
Even the rats
no longer come with
their day glow eyes
to wait for my last crumbs.
I know nothing.
The whole world
shifts under me when I
walk in search of work
a way out
of the misery that isn’t
my making.
Hospitals refuse to admit me
so diseased I am.
My last love left with
the man I used to be.
I don’t even remember anymore
what I am doing here.
But in all that
because of all that
I am happy holding
the emptiness
of my wine bottle.
